So they left Leela to deal with the
'losers'. She seemed to handle them pretty well. She took advantage of her
martial arts skills as well as the gun. She didn't seem to fond of the gun -
it wasn't a laser gun, after all.

Fry was right - this was gory! A shot to the head, and their head
blew up. A shot to the leg, their leg came off, a shot to the nads... well,
she wasn't sure what happened there. But they looked like Micheal Barrymore
telling a bad joke.

Bender found an ordinary pistol - not to his standards, but hey, he
could still take a life with it. He started to fire wildly at the soldiers, as
Fry looked for a weapon of his own.

But soon, Leela's gun ran out of ammo. Not that she thought it was
the worst thing in the world - she did know Martial Arts. So she ran up to
the soldiers and took seven down in one kick.

At long last, all the soldiers were dead, leaving behind one hell of
a bloody mess on the floor and on the walls. Plus, all over Leela.

"Hell! Blood is hell to get outta this top!" She complained.

"And they call that Artificial Intelligence?" Bender said.

A blue screen popped down from the ceiling. In green writing, it
said:

The two Peace Officers, URL and Smitty had broken into the
office. They planned to bombard the Professor with questions about the
shoplifters' whereabouts, exact looks, habits, records and the like. At the
minute, they were still trying to ask about their whereabouts without him
falling asleep.

"What shoplifters?" the Professor asked. "Who are you? GET
THE
HELL OFF MY PROPERTY!!!"

"We'll only leave with the criminals, baby." URL replied.

Just then, Hermes entered. "Excuse me, what is going on
here?"

"We're lookin for a robot and some red - headed b*****d,"
Smitty replied.

"You mean Fry and Bender?" Hermes said.

"Yeah, whatever their names are," URL said. "Baby."

"Well, I don't know where dey are!" Hermes said, eyeing the
T.V.

"Then you dead beats are under arrest!" URL said.

"Dere dey are!" Hermes said, pointing at the T.V.

"What the hell..." Smitty said.

"O.K... now I definatly know this place!" Fry said. "This is
Outworld!"

Vacant expressions from Bender and Leela.

"This is Mortal Kombat!"

"Don't you mean Mortal Kooperation?" Leela replied.

"No! That's from the future," Fry said. "Mortal Kombat was
a
fighting game. The goriest one there was!"

"Another gory game?" Bender said.

"That's why this is rated Mature!" Leela said.

"They still do the Mature rating?" Fry said.

"Yup," Leela answered. "Even after about 670 - odd years, they
still do the same rating systems. WhipperSnappers, GreasyTeens, YoungAdults,
ProperAldults, Elderly and Dead."

"Huh?" Fry said. "Elderly? What kind of rating...OOOOF!!!"
Fry fell to the floor with a club beside him. Looks like
somebody threw it at him.

"FRY!" Leela yelled, running up to him. "Are you alright?"

No reply. She looked closer. Big bump and all messed up. His
hair was turning even more red - so was the floor around him. And the floor
around them...

Leela checked his pulse and sighed with relief. "He's just
knocked out."

"Come on then!!!" Leela yelled, charging at him. She had a good
thing going, but he dissapeared. Leela kicked thin air.

"If you wish to pass this area, then you'll have to win..." the
mystery guy started. He then showed himself to be some guy with a skeleton
helmet that stretched down to his mouth and spikes on his shoulders, "...
THE
TOURNAMENT!!!"